Tag Archives: Photography
There’s a lot going on in this picture. I like the way a simple image, the heart, is made from such complex images, the people. (I think the guy in his underpants has some explaining to do.)
“The two most engaging powers of a photograph are to make new things familiar and familiar things new.” ~William Thackeray (via)
The decorations in the window created something that could never be: the shadow of the stars.
This is beautiful and powerful, and captures a moment that would be all too fleeting in real time.
Mona took this picture of the setting sun peaking through the clouds on her way home from work- not bad for a snapshot on a cellphone!
As the hours pass I get used to the motion of the train, the heavy wheels clacking in their grooves, the industrial hum under my seat. Dusk softens the sharp points of trees outside my window; the sky slowly darkens, then blackens around an orb of moon. Hours later, a faint blue tinge yields to …
I don’t think I’ve ever reblogged a picture of stairs just because they were really cool. This is a first. (via)
“It’s good to leave each day behind, like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.” -Rumi This is reposted from Jules of Nature, a site that pairs quotes with original photography. Be sure to check out his archives, HERE.
The seaside remains of the ancient Greek theatre at Apollonia, Cyrenaica. Photo taken by David Stanley. (via) I’m imagining the tiers filled with happy, excited people, waiting for the show to begin…
Via Smithsonian Magazine: Long exposure shows movement in the Golden Temple, a central place of worship for Sikhs around the world, as well as the stillness of those deep in thought. Photo by Nick DeBarmore (Salt Lake City, Utah, USA); Harmandir Sahib (“Golden Temple”), Amritsar, Punjab, India
I have heard variations of this for my entire life. I’m not buying it. (Photo by Vivian Maier, (via))
“You wonder what I am doing? Well, so do I, in truth. Days seem to dawn, suns to shine, evenings to follow, and then I sleep. What I have done, what I am doing, what I am going to do, puzzle and bewilder me. Have you ever been a leaf and fallen from your tree …
There’s a special spot in my heart for the flowers that bloom bravely on when all the others have called it a day.
(via) Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly…